Mando'a:

mesh’la — “beautiful”, but not necessarily physically; used in this context as a sort of equivalent to “love” or “애인”? used instead of copyc because my brain does not like how that word sounds out loud

just wanted to add this scene i couldn’t get out of my head, but i liked where the main fic ended, so. here. have an omake of boys bein in love and such

  Obi-Wan grows his hair out, after, before chopping it all off again. Keeping it just long enough for a single French braid that ends at his shoulders, he takes to letting Rex weave a matte ribbon in 501st blue into the plait every morning.

  He doesn’t wear armour anymore, at least nothing more than some reinforced plates under his tunic and the single vambrace from Rex’s old kit; he doesn’t go back to Jedi browns and beiges, though, instead choosing to dress in the muted jewel tones of Melidaan, newly renamed and once again a part of the Republic. 

  Which is where Rex finds the two of them a couple of months after the fighting actually stops —they’d still had to deal with Dooku and all the other insurrectionist planets, afterall, as well as Skywalker, who hadn’t taken Palpatine’s death well at all— invited back to join the celebration of the reopening of Zehava, the capitol. Technically, Rex isn’t supposed to be there, Melidaan’s new government is staunchly anti-war and think the clones are followed by conflict like particularly annoying harbingers, but Obi-Wan had insisted on sneaking him in, and even if he hadn’t, Rex wouldn’t have let him face this all alone.

  Tahl’s grave is exactly where Obi-Wan had first dug it, miles out of Zehava on the outskirts of the forest that had almost been decimated during the civil war. Someone has planted some kind of creeping flower over the entire hill, that has all but overtaken the rough gravestone Obi-Wan had managed to make between battles all those years ago. There’s a fancy, honorary gravestone in Central Zehava, but it’s little more than a monument, and Rex isn’t surprised when Obi-Wan skips paying his respects to her there, to instead hike all the way out to the real one.

  Disguised, Rex stands over Obi-Wan’s shoulder as he carefully buries his padawan braid at the foot of the overgrown headstone, coiled up in a small wooden box Frisbee had found in some market or other in Mandalorian space. Skywalker hadn’t even noticed Obi-Wan had never offered his braid at the end of his apprenticeship, not that he had deserved such a hallowed show of thanks, but Rex is glad there had never been a confrontation about it, so that Obi-Wan can have this moment with his first Master over half a decade late.

  “Stop thinking so hard,” Obi-Wan’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, the man not even looking up from where he’s knelt with his eyes closed over Tahl’s grave. Rex snorts, checking their perimeter once more before moving to stand next to Obi-Wan properly, secretly pleased with the relaxed, fond smile on his lips.

  “Forgive me, Mesh’la,” he snarks, letting Obi-Wan lean his shoulder into Rex’s thigh, “I did not realise you didn’t prefer the strong and silent type.”

  Obi-Wan barks out a laugh. “You are far from a strong and silent type, my dear,” he returns easily, smile widening.

  Feigning offense, Rex steps back to let Obi-Wan get to his feet. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing, nothing, my dear.” With a smirk, Obi-Wan brushes his knuckles over Rex’s cheek as he passes him on the way back to the path. “Now, enough of that: our Jump back to Coruscant will take about a week, but once we’re there, how do you feel about helping me find the illegal sabbac den Kote is running out of his apartment, and convincing him I don’t know a lick of Mando’a?”

  Oh, Rex is ever so in love with him.